Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
There's a moment where the air starts to crisp. It's after the mists have risen from saturating the land. Colour vacations somewhere else,
By Rachel Deeming2 months ago in Poets
Luna... Forgive my absence, dear wanderer, maker of night shadows, queen of the sunless sky... I have rightfully stolen a moment from
By Lamar Wiggins2 months ago in Poets
Am I the bad guy? I care so much and love so deeply, That it stabs me when I don’t feel it back. *** I like to think I have a kind soul,
By Amethyst Champagne2 months ago in Poets
Sweet moon, may I tell you a story? I used to take my kids to the marina at low tide. We'd hop across tiny streams in the rocky sands
By F Cade Swanson2 months ago in Poets
Wonderous moon There are so many facets to your existence So much mystery to your function and purpose Known by so many names
By Antoni De'Leon2 months ago in Poets
First partying and sleepless nights. Now parenting and sleepless nights. We’ve always made a great team. *** After fleeing the rat race of Sydney,
By Sandy Gillman2 months ago in Poets
Leaving water in a Mason jar set upon the windowsill during your full glow. Charging crystals in the night, absorbing power from your light,
By Ashley Lima2 months ago in Poets
You rise indolently- half of you smiles. The other drifts behind shadow, whispering something about the darkness, or the light.
By River and Celia in Underland 2 months ago in Poets
Dear Luna - I have seen wonders of rock and chasms of awe Rivers and waterfalls, lakes, seas, and oceans I have climbed peaks made by God and towers by man
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 months ago in Poets
I can take no more Of the wretched Scratching droning That infiltrates my pounding head I despise the incessant sound of chirping
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
My family, my party, my church, my race They said I should run the gauntlet For their sake if not my own Stand up for their rights, their beliefs …
By Andrew C McDonald2 months ago in Poets
i am d e e p in the f i r n neither {f l u i d} nor {f o r m} awaiting the s u n * by the l i g h t i f l o w
By Kristen Balyeat2 months ago in Poets
